Hello, Some of you may have participated in the mercenaries blade tavern on the bethesda forums. I am making it here now.My original post:

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Well since there is no online in oblivion, and people dont do much in inn's, I have decided to my own.If you have just arrived, order a drink of your choice. Ale? Tamika vintage 399? You choose.When you are going to bed for the night in real life, say that you are renting a room for the night.You just talk about your adventures in cyrodiil today. Have you fought a particularly hard group of marauders so you had to make a run for it?

Here is an example of the idea of the thread:

" I'll have an ale please, tough day today. Got caught up with a minatoar lord."

Then a while later"It's late, I'm going to rent a room for the night."

And dont forget to order another drink every now and then. 9-10 is happy hour. Beer for 1 gold. (Normally 4 gold.)So enjoy!

A young dark elf strides into the inn, with eagerness in his step. He is dressed in a red velvet oufit and is also wearing worn leather boots and leather gloves. He sighs as he puts his weight into an old wooden chair, removing his gloves as he does so, placing them on the table in front of him. "Innkeeper." He says with a mischevious grin. "Any Shadowbanish today?"

"Yeah, I can afford it." The dark elf counts out 50 septims and hands them to the Innkeeper. Grabbing the shadowbanish he says "Thanks for that." Pouring the shadowbanish into a wine glass, he takes a sip and remarks "Can't beat a good Shadowbanish!"

"I see." The dark elf muttered as he concentrated on swirling the wine around his glass. "My friend should be here soon, we're going to be traveling to a ruin very shortly." He took another sip of his wine and nodded in satisfaction.

"His name's Menion Leah, a good friend... but a bit layed back and overconfident really." The dark elf grinned and added "But luckily, he's one of the best hunters and trackers I know, and you should see him with a lonbow-" At that moment a young Imperial strode in to the Inn and said with a smirk on his face, "You got that right Faelin! Best damn shot in Cyrodil, ask me, I'll tell you." He grinned at his joke and sat down with the dark elf, Faelin. "Hey Innkeeper! Ale right here!"Menion Leah was dressed in a multi-coloured cloak of green and yellow. He had an ash longbow strung across his back and wore an ebony logsword at his waist.

Menion counts out 4 septims and hands them to the Innkeeper. Picking up the ale and taking a sip he sighs and says, "Thanks for that!" Looking across at Faelin he asks, "Where's your armour and weapons? We are going into an old abandoned, run down, most likely creature infested ruin. I mean, seriously though... we're no going to a party or luxorious mansion, where you have to chat up the girls." Menion smiles and holds up his hands, showing that he meant no harm. Faelin takes the joke without any visible change, and then looks over to Menion. "My armour and weapons are at a friends, do not worry. Even if I did not have them, I should be able to fair well with my magic... after all, I am a fully trained battlemage." Faelin finishes with a smug look on his face, as if thinking that he has beaten Menion. Menion jumps up without finishing his ale and calls loudly to Faelin. "Come then Mister Battlemage, and test your might against the best ranger in Cyrodil! To your friends house!" He then sprinted out of the Tavern like there would be no tomorrow. Then, poking his head back in he asks, "Which way is your friends house?" Sighing lightly, Faelin trudges after him.

theres a dark and cloudy weather outside a lightning strikes the groud close nearby and suddently a Khajiit in Tattered robe and a Tattered hood sits at one of the bar chairshes looking after the inkeeper because hes thirsty and hungry he wants something to drink and something to eat, and it cant go fast enough

Just then, a young Argonian strides through the door and heads for the bar. "The names Tanza, could i get a couple of apples?" He reaches into the pocket of his long black robe and pulls out a small hand sized sack of septims. "How much do i owe you?"

"I think i will go and try my luck, see if there is much to loot. I could use the extra Septims to put towards my new house. If i'm not back in a week........ well, you know......" Tanza smirks and strides out the door.

The shadows move from the door way, and in steps an Argonion with red and black scales, you can hardley see his eyes under his black robe and hood. He has a Daedric Dagger at his side, along with an enchanted bow across his back. He sits down in a stool, looks up "Greetings, just came from Cheydinhal, on my way to Skingrad on, well lets just say im a merchant" Fades-To-Black grins then says "hows about an ale"